After two weeks in which I had a new roof put on my new home at a cost of $1,110 cash. Then it was a gas burner installed in an old pot bellied wood s...ove I found stored under the building. It wasn’t going to be the most efficient, but it would do for a while. That little bit of nostalgia was another $500. I paid it to a guy I busted for making liquor two years before. In the winter time he refitted wood stoves, so it was a no brainer. Then there was the portable 15,000 btu electric air. Neither had uttered a sound so far, except for their overheard conversation. Francesca found she could still get some pleasure from the combined thrill of hearing Frieda being flogged beside her and feeling the leather cut deeper into her own back, but the pleasure was wearing off fast and would be replaced shortly by pure pain. She recalled the sight, both back on the Island and later here, of Joanne's tortured young body being sliced by the lash, exposing her ribs. She knew that this was what. I felt some movement in my pants. This was not going to be good. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really look good on the dance floor, but that I really didn’t need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter, then I would learn how to control our movements, the situation on the dance floor, and whatever girl I was dancing with, would just follow my lead. I was half listening to her, trying to. The guard buzzes me in and I pull up to her Victorian style mansion. The front door was unlocked. As I enter, I called out "Susan?" She calls from upstairs. As I head up the stairs, i'm shaking with anticipation, feeling cock hang low and long. She meets me by the door of her bedroom. She's in black thigh highs, black heels, and black lacy bra. Here I am, only 32 years old and I'm about to give this big brown dick to a woman who is old enough to be my grandmother. We move closer and embrace,.